Toys

Never really enjoyed them much when I was a kid. I remember my mother buying me one rag doll when I was three, and books afterwards. All books and no “normal” toys like my playmates used to have. My friends would always find it weird that whenever they asked me if I still have a toy or a doll from my childhood, I would answer NO . But I am ok with it, though. The scars on my knees and arms are a reminder how I enjoyed playing street games with my friends instead of staying at home and play with toys on my own. If only we had these bounce houses during those times, then I will not be having these beautiful childhood scars. :D